Today’s the day!
Good Guys is on sale today in paperback, e-book, and audio book!
I’m so excited to have my second novel out in the world. It’s been such fun hearing from early readers on instagram and reading the excellent reviews. Over the last few days, friends who received special copies from me have confessed they’ve been sneaking stolen moments with the novel during their work days and staying up late into the night because they couldn’t put the book down. Great! The manuscript kept me up plenty of nights. Your turn now, readers.
The universe has jokes
Good Guys made She Does The City’s Most Anticipated Books of Early 2026 list! In it, they call my novel “an unputdownable thriller about the dark side of philanthropy.” Fun story about She Does The City…..
Mirror
“I couldn’t put this novel down. I ended up bingeing it in two days. You know that kind of book? It’s full of office politics that have terrible consequences. Many of the characters are flawed in the most delicious ways. It’s a satire, a send up, about a charity falling from grace—”
Good Guys
My second novel, Good Guys, publishes next month! Already advance review copies are making their way in the world, some bundled with a copy of The Boat People.* Publishers Weekly gave the novel a glowing review. Indigo named Good Guys one of their “Most Anticipated Books,” meaning you can pre-order from them for only $20. I’ve been invited to a couple of festivals and earlier today, I recorded a podcast interview. Slowly, surely, things are ramping up.
Riddle Fence
This Fall, I joined Riddle Fence as the Creative Non-Fiction Editor. Since then, I’ve been sifting through hundreds of submissions, searching for gold. A few people have asked what exactly I want to publish so here are some suggestions.
True beginnings
This is the fourth and final part in a series on beginnings. This one is all about non-fiction.
In general, the guidelines of fiction apply to non-fiction as well. Aim for context and curiosity. Write with clarity and sharp specifics. Take care with grammar, diction, and syntax. Don’t bore or confuse the reader. Except it is much much easier to write plodding non-fiction. So you have to work a little harder to find a compelling opening.
How to lose a reader
This is the third in a series on Openers.
In the first post, I harped on about the importance of clarity. The opposite is confusion. If you confuse your reader at the jump, they are likely to close the book, turn off the e-reader, or reject the manuscript. So let’s look at what not to do.
And then they woke up…
This is the second in a series on opening lines. If you haven’t read it, here’s the first post. One of the most common things I tell my clients and authors I mentor is this: your opening is a red herring. This guideline applies to fiction and non-fiction equally.
To begin with…
A few weeks before The Boat People hit shelves, I served as a reader for the CBC’s annual short fiction contest. This meant I was reading hundreds of anonymous submissions while hunch-backed on the couch.
Search Party
When I help emerging authors with their manuscripts — or revise my own wonky drafts — one of the main issues I notice is a lack of conflict. If the hero is too comfortable and has nothing to lose, the story is boring. This is true of non-fiction too. Send out a search party, I joke with clients (and myself). Find the conflict and strong-arm it back into the narrative. A pre-requisite of conflict is stakes. What does the character have to lose? There are three types…
In Residence
Exciting news: For a month this Fall, I’ll be the Writer-in-Residence at the AC Hunter Library. Between Tuesday, October 22 and Wednesday, November 20th, I’ll be running four workshops, hosting group writing sessions, and reading/ offering feedback on your prose during twice-weekly office hours. Everything on the program is free, in-person, and open to writers of all levels. Better still...
Blurbs
Recently, on CBC’s Commotion podcast. there was a dishy chat about blurbs. It’s worth a listen if you’re an aspiring author or have a first book deal or are curious about what it means to get a more established author or Barack Obama to say one nice word* that can be printed on your cover.
Most of us need blurbs and we all have a fraught relationship with them. It’s amazing to receive any sort of advance praise, especially when you’re deep in your feelings in that final stretch right before a new book comes out. But blurbs require hours of free labour. And the galling part is it’s impossible to do the (unpaid) job without toppling into cliche hell. To wit…
Copy. Write.
Ten years ago a guy broke into our house and stole my laptop which contained all my short stories plus research and early scenes from a project that would eventually become The Boat People. I wasn’t backing anything up at the time (I know) so it was a blow.
But that was nothing compared to the dread and rage I feel in the dystopian present where a cylon is hoovering up our literary souls in order to teach itself how to shit formulaic turds.
Aliens
Earlier this year, I read a historical fiction about a young brown girl in a British boarding school. The perspective was close third person. The inner life of the protagonist was central to the story. In the opening chapter, the character wakes up, looks at herself in the mirror, and dwells on disparaging thoughts about how “swarthy” and “dusky” and “dingy” her skin is, how different she is from the other girls at school. And then she continues to have these othering thoughts about herself, obsessing over whether or not she is a “true Briton.” I have been a brown person in all-white spaces (hi, rural Newfoundland!) and I’m a sucker for stories set in Victorian England. I should be the ideal reader for this book. Instead, I felt alienated. Whose gaze is that in the mirror? It’s not the gaze of a brown character. It’s the gaze of the white author. A white author who perhaps - let’s be generous - tried their level best to get into the skin of brown character and failed.
Yellow
No more novels about writers writing books, I swore. And then I read Yellowface by R.F. Kuang. Yellowface is the story of two authors. Athena is Asian and hugely successful. (I kept thinking of Zadie Smith, getting that mega publishing deal while she was still at OxBridge. ) June is white and midling. When Athena dies, June takes her unpublished manuscript - about the Chinese Labour Corps in WW I - and passes it off as her own. Spoilers ahead.
Cozy murder mystery
Shehan Karunatilaka’s 2022 Booker winning novel The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida is an absurd life-after-death romp about a young man who, against the better judgement of wiser ghosts, goes in search of his killers. It’s a whodunit set in Sri Lanka in 1990, smack in the middle of the civil war. It’s irreverent, unsentimental, and uproarious.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat
Grain Magazine is celebrating its 50th birthday and I was the prose guest editor for the upcoming anniversary issue. I sifted through a couple hundred fiction and non-fiction submissions and selected just over a dozen for publication. (Pro tip: sometimes these special issues are larger than usual and more pages = more acceptances.) One thing I noticed, even in the strongest pieces, was repetition. Over and over and over again. (See what I did there?)
The best
Speaking of highschool…
This winter, I juried the Youth Short Story Category, which is part of the Amazon First Novel Award. And then last month, the celebratory bash - expertly thrown by the team at The Walrus - was held at the top of the Globe & Mail building in Toronto. It’s gorgeous up there - wide open space, huge windows, a massive terrace with a view of downtown, long bar, the works. The six teen finalists were present but you know what? I was almost more thrilled for their gobsmacked, camera-happy parents.
Highschool
In highschool I had a couple of friends on the improv team. For a couple of years they were on a hot streak - going so far as to compete and win at Nationals - and I was a groupie. Their main competition was the team from Cardinal Carter, a rival Catholic school in York Region. It was the heyday of The Simpsons and I’m sure we made the requisite Shelbyville jokes. Maybe they did too.